This is a Christmas story of love.
There they were, two little ones, holding hands and smiling at each other like never before. The lit candles illuminated the joy in their eyes as they shared a tender moment on this night, the eve of Christmas. The deafening sound of fireworks and cheer around the neighborhood were muffled by the intensity of the love shared — spoken in silence. The fact that they were the only ones in the house on this very night did not matter at all rather it made the encounter even more special.
You see, it was on this same day, three years ago, that this one little girl received a Christmas gift unlike any other. It was one she had longed for many years past. Having been sexually molested in second grade she had always felt she was an “outcast”. The bible stories of women being stoned to death because of prostitution or adultery made her all the more convinced that she was doomed for life and that every unpleasant experience she went through was a punishment.
She tried to hide these feelings by being the best she could be in anything. And she did excel in many areas. In spite of all these, however, she still felt dirty and ugly. It seemed that worldly achievements could not take away the fact that she was no longer “pure”—not until this one Christmas eve when this one little boy told her a truth that set her free.
She knew the little boy for
years but never intensely dialogued with him as much as she did that very night. This little boy spoke of a Father very different from the one introduced to her in religion classes. He spoke of how this Father had done nothing else since the beginning of time except teach us all on how to love one another without conditions, without boundaries depicting His essence as that of perfect love.
She refused to believe in this perfect love. She pointed out all the things her teachers taught her — ranting and raving about consequences that befell upon those who did not follow rules on loving as the Father had commanded. The little boy listened, empathized, understood and smiled in recognition of the bravery she displayed while dealing with the “truth” she had lived by all those years.
The little girl reached exhaustion and sat in frustration waiting for the little boy to take his turn in reciting scriptures rebutting her claims. Instead, he looked at her with full understanding. She gazed back at him with suspicion and in that very moment — an unlikely phenomenon occurred.
Blinding, brilliant lights seemed to engulfed the space they shared. She felt a sudden surge of electricity flow through her body jerking her, followed by a calm and soothing flow of energy releasing all the tension in her being. This loving energy seemed to carry with it all the understanding of the Father’s unconditional healing love.
Silenced ensued. Peace reigned. A joyful sob is heard.
The little girl cried for hours in recognition of the truth that had just transpired. A truth which released her from the bondage of anger, guilt, resentment, bitterness and self pity. A Christmas gift more precious than silver and gold has just been personally delivered to her by the Father.
The little ones found themselves connected even more deeply as they shared a truth hardly accepted by many. Perfect love exists. It is found inside everyone. Unconditional love heals. Everyone is a living proof. This is a Christmas story of love – perfect, pure, boundless and eternal. This love story continues still.
Thus, on this Christmas eve, we find these two little ones celebrating once again the power of unconditional love — in silent jubilation. It doesn’t matter if the world would see the scene as a pathetic one – with a middle aged woman holding the tiny hand of a baby Jesus figurine on a haystack. What mattered most was the truth these two little ones shared — their very own Christmas story of love.
I should know — that middle aged “little girl” — was me.
By: Daisy Ba-ad
